September 22, 2017

Do you know what it is to love a woman? I mean really love a woman, and to feel her love in return -
In her touch, her excited embrace, her fingertips caressing your face;
In her voice, its incomparably happy laughter filling your thirsty ears, its warm whispers soothing your heart and inspiring your passion;
In her eyes, the deep pools of wisdom and compassion reassuring you with all her life's experiences leading to you and the care and joy of your relationship, the glass-like portals through which you and your life's truth and character are received, graciously, enthusiastically;
In her smile, her body, her mind, her dreams, her pasts, her futures, all of herself now for you, and with you, and wanting you, for the rest of your lives?

I know what it is to love this woman, and to be loved by her in return. Everything I've ever known has led me to her, everything I'll ever know will be learned together.

With her. My love.

With her.

Another Loss of Another Brother

You've taken another one. You take them daily, nightly, and always have, and before their time.

Human philosophies are hardly perfect and though they all endeavor to explain, justify, and even pacify us of the human condition, they will never sufficiently nor satisfactorily explain, justify, or pacify us when it comes to You, if You're even there.

So You've taken another one, another good one, while the rest of us suffer their collective loss. I get thrown from a moving train and get right back up onto my feet, and I couldn't believe in You if You presented Yourself to the world in the way that even those You've taken died believing You have and may again. Leave the good ones alone, all of them. Come for me, I dare You.

"Haec credam a deo pio? A deo iusto, a deo scito? Cruciatus in crucem. Eas in crucem."